February memories.
Bits and pieces popping up after midnight, upon awaking from a strange dream...
Slipping on black leather penny loafers,
saying ittekimasu.
Twirling heavy scarf around the neck,
exiting the front door and descending downstairs.
Half jumping half running up and down through the ribbon streets,
smiling at those big round corner mirrors.
Inserting the monthly pass through the machine,
shyly eyeing for cute male high school students on the bus.
Watching the familiar yet different neighbourhood passing by,
with people coming on and off the vehicle.
Flashing the student id in green card holder very fast to the bus driver,
mumbling arigatou gozaimashita.
Yakuin-eki mai.
Jyane.
2010/09/11